A while back, in the middle of an eight-hour drive, I crossed a new, multi-lane suspension bridge. It was a beautiful piece of architecture, with a smooth deck, impressive design, and more than enough capacity for the traffic crossing it on a daily basis. As I crossed it, I looked to my right and noticed the old bridge that this one replaced. It showed its age and told quite a story as it idly stood in the shadow of its successor.   “I’ll bet that old bridge still had some go

Enjoy this essay, originally written and posted in December 2024. Over the weekend, as I sat in a local coffee shop, I observed a young...

And we danced like a wave on the ocean, romancedWe were liars in love, and we danced Swept away for a moment by chanceAnd we danced and...